I've been in need of a hair cut for probably almost a month now. Mostly through procrastination and forgetfulness, it got that far overdue. Now, an important point of information is that for several years my forehead has been growing, if you catch my drift. A little bit more and more each year. I finally reached the point this weekend where I had my wife just take the clippers to it all and buzz the whole thing down.
The important part is I'm embracing me. I'm 30, I've got some extra room on top, and I'm good with that. Frankly, my head is cooler now while running. While I was nervous as my wife trimmed of how it would look, the only thing I'm nervous of now is some sunburn on top. I am a ginger, remember.
How have you embraced yourself? Is there something about yourself you're having trouble embracing?